quinta-feira, 28 de maio de 2015

Vinita dear I believe it's time for you to sing
She wants cold revenge, no diamond ring
Have you ever felt so much hatred towards someone
that you rather kill than die?
It's your time sucker, get ready to say goodbye!
He talks good, he talks fast
Let's see how long this sweet talk is gonna last
I'll never forget those words, you'll pay for that
Who told you that you could stab me in the back?
So shawty has a plan, crazy as hell
this won't end nicely, you know me too well
It's your last assault, can you hear the bell?
A long time ago it was my soul I chose to sell
You pulled my strings, pushed me around
But finally my feet are back on the ground
You can search for a heartbeat, you'll hear no sound
The insane bitch is back, the so long waited return
So now the flame is warmer, burn baby burn

I thought I was in love, Cupid fooled me again
Jumped off the cliff with no back up plan
You with your arms wide open, that's what I expected
What an amazing image of you that I projected
But I fell on my face, the usual deal
Because that made up prince was nowhere near real
I was one more big bad wolf's meal
you never cared about me or how I feel
Spitting bullets towards me, humiliation
And it grows bigger, an ugly frustration
I promised that one day
I would unleash hell towards your way
This was the remaining shred of a torn heart
I'm heartless nowadays and you played your part;
Now seeing you like that is pretty much a guaranteed smile
You're first on my black list, and it's a damn long file
So a round of applause, you are privileged son
saved the first bullet, cold steel gun
So how are we doing? Having fun?
Is it coming back to you? All that you've done?
Come closer, only to find out that you've missed your shot
And now Karma is here, whether you are ready or not!
Screws loose, bottoms up!
We are toasting to your kind of luck !

quarta-feira, 27 de maio de 2015

It's dark, so dark in here
your reflexion is nothing but a smear
I'm alone, can't remember my way home
The crowd keeps screaming but I'm on my own
They scrambled my brain
I think I've gone insane

I might be blind, cannot see
You took the best of me
Is this all I can be?
The soul cracked, the heart shattered
Can't remind myself of what mattered

Wait! I think the world's wrong
Stop! I 've been marching for how long?
I need to rest my mind
So that I can find
All the answers that I left behind

Searching for each why
Drowning in each lie
Death's sweet lullaby
Can't find God, so I've built my own faith
Never trusted those crooked lines, I draw my fate
Do you think it's too late?
To undo every single mistake?

I've just killed a dream or two
I was bored didn't know what to do
I'm holding on, what about you?
Do you reckon that any of this was true?
Head against the solid wall
Pick me up, will ya? After I fall...

I think it's time for us to move on although the next room
being considered far more worse than Jack's tricky playroom.
We are now at the door of Loony's padded wall room.
Dementia or insanity, if you rather, is also a big part of that
girl's life , so one of the shreds of that same soul is actually pure
madness. I do know that this is pretty much a hazard and that's
exactly why she's kept inside that safe, and excruciatingly white
small room.
Of course she's allowed to come out from time to time if properly
supervized of course.
Once again I must warn you not to judge the book by it's cover,
Loony may seem harmless, but one thing that I surely learned through
life is do not mess with the crazy.
She has been wearing that straitjacket for as long as anyone can remember,
and the loneliness can be worse than being tied up.

If you dare yourself to look closely you can actually see that there's no blaze whatsoever in her eyes.

She's gone, in another dimension probably.

How can you work out the perfect escape plan once you're locked up in your own mind?

Reliving day after day , night after night your dark secrets and painful regrets .

Unable to move on, stuck on a messed up loop forever and ever.

So the only thing she actually has going for her is her fertile imagination. She spends hour after hour staring at that ceiling imagining the sun, the blue sky and the stars that keep shining bright, like a promise that she could never forget about.